Runaways

By: RatchetSlyBurnout

Hi people, this is my 1st fanfic I hope you like it... and no, Sly isn't in the first chapter, so don't ask... oh yeah, review plz!

Chapter 1: When to Leave Home

Melody's bedroom door slammed shut as she stormed into her room. She threw herself onto her bed, and glared at the ceiling. A steady stream of curse words flew through her head.

Her latest fight with her parents hadn't ended well. They said that she shouldn't be friends with "common people", just be friends with the other kids from rich families like theirs. That wouldn't happen, as most of said rich kids were snobbish ahs. And Melody wasn't exactly a popular teen to start with... After all, when she saw one of the popular crowd punch a kid in the gut, she told him to leave the kid alone. The thug just shoved her into a locker and continued bullying the kid... until Melody punched him in the face, breaking the bully's nose. And that was how she had gotten on the wrong side of the popular kids. It was also the first lecture, for beating someone up, from her parents, because this bully was another rich kid.

Her only real friends were also not exactly having a good life... they'd said come with her if she ran away. Her friends' names were Amy, Darren, and Mark.

Amy and Darren O'Neil were twin siblings, so they both had the same straight pitch-black hair that seemed to just absorb any light that fell on it. That was about the only way to tell they were twins, aside from their faces.

Amy wore all black clothes. Black pants, black socks, black shoes, black jacket. Which only made the bright orange t-shirt she wore under her jacket even more noticeable.

Darren, on the other hand, wore bright yellow, blue, and green.

Mark Hamilton, the only one of the group to have sandy blond hair, wore navy jeans, a blue jacket, and whatever t-shirt he had happened to grab from his drawer.

And finally, Melody Cortez was wearing her usual black jeans, blood-red t-shirt, and red bandana. Her hair was brown, straight, and reached her elbows.

Melody got up from her bed and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed 875-4567 and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mark"

"Oh, hi, Mel"

"Do you have your stuff packed? 'Cuz we're leaving tonight"

At his house, Mark looked out the window. It was dark outside. "Yeah, almost, I can be there in ten minutes if you want"

"Great, I'll phone Amy 'n' Dare. See ya soon"

"Sure. Bye" Click.

Ten minutes later, the four teens were gathered outside the garage on the Cortez estate. The garage was well hidden in the woods.

"So," said Darren. "Where are we going?"

"Remember that summer cottage that's for sale? Good. That's where we're staying tonight" replied Melody. She opened a garage door. "Choose any car you want."

The amount of expensive, exotic, and/or rare cars was breathtaking. Audis, Ferraris, Porsches, you name it.

The group of fourteen-year-olds had secretly been learning how to drive using these bankbreakers, so they each knew which was their favorite. Melody took a black Porsche with realistic-looking flames painted on the front; Mark took a deep blue Charger with plenty of chrome on the front and back; Amy took a black Ferrari (what a shock) ; Darren took a Lambourgini. They drove out of the garage, and didn't look back.

Twenty minutes later, over the speakerphone that connected all four cars, Amy asked Melody something.

"Mel, knowing you, you did something that would delay a search for you."

"Yeah, so?"

"What did you do?"

"Umm... You know what caps are?"

"Yeah, they're capsules of fake blood... jeez, you're not serious, are you?"

"Yes, I am. I took a full cap and shot it. And I left a fake suicide note, for good measure"

"Wow, that's... going overboard"

Mark came on. "Well, it's a good delay tactic. Anyway, we're here" And so they were. The cabin was far back in the woods, so it would be hard to find them.

"Park 'em in the back, okay?"

It was 12:59 at night. All four teens were asleep. The digital clock was still glaring red. One minute later, it should have said 1:00. It didn't.

13:00. Then...

1:01. The clock continued counting the minutes. But nobody would wake up to see it.

The cabin was empty.

Okay, people, this chapter's done... Please review my story. Oh, and 875-4567 is a not real phone number. REVIEW PLZ!